Dear God,

No matter how loud I cry,
I know it would be better if I just die.
You don't care, you don't care about me.
You don't care what I'll grow up to be.
I tried to make you happy, did everything I could.
But you just yelled at me, run away, I think I should.
Why should I be unhappy, just because you don't get your way,
I won’t believe you, no matter what you say.
You used to say you were grateful and how I helped out a lot.
But again you say different, so I guess not.
I should run away, far from you.
At least where I go people would know I'm true.
Dear God, I thought you had my back.
But look at how everything is out of whack.
I'm not blaming you, just telling you ahead,
Before I meet you, after I'm dead.